Mated to the Vampire Clan (An Erotica Tale of Force) (3 page)

“What about you?” she said, her voice cutting hostile swaths through the air between them.

“My children come before me,” he said. “But do not worry. I will have you yet.”

“Then tell your boy behind me to fuck me hard,” she said, half-surprised at the conviction in her voice. She took the cock waiting at her lips into her mouth, and with her free hand grasped onto another. She felt a tongue pressing against her pucker again, and let her eyes close as she hummed her approval. She felt the press of a wide dome at her cunt again, and laughed softly, waiting for his thrust.

A cock in either hand, one in her mouth, and one in her cunt. She was impaled at both ends simultaneously, and groaned loudly. She began to pump the two cocks she held, feeling their thickness throb in her hands, feeling the rapid pulse of the vampire’s through their bulging, snaking veins.

She felt movement around her, and knew the remaining two unsated creatures had stepped forward from the darkness. She felt the touch of hands on her stomach and her thighs, the press of wet mouths against her leaking wounds.

The vampire driving into her cunt convulsed and came inside her, and she once again felt the hot gush of fluid within her. He pulled out of her quickly, and so did the vampire with the cock down her throat. They guided her, toward the floor where an emaciated, not-yet-satisfied figure lay down, his thick cock springing magnificently into the air. They guided her onto the cock, and as she sank onto it, her eyes met his, and she was for a moment lost in the depths of those dark orbs, as if looking back through time. He penetrated her, gliding smoothly into her sopping cunt, and she moaned loudly. Her open mouth was promptly filled by the vampire she had not yet sucked off, and she quickly regained her handheld on the cocks on either side of her, and began pumping furiously.

She once again felt a tongue playing at her anus. She felt dribbles of spit pushed into her ass, and her eyes widened as, suddenly, she felt the press of something wide. Her pucker was stretching open. Her ring swallowed the head of a cock. And soon she was being fucked in her ass and in her cunt and in her mouth. All three holes, and clutching tightly, pumping powerfully, two more cocks.

She was ravaged. Beset upon by these hungry, lustful vampires, she was being taken, first against her will, now with a kind of abject complacency; a diffident acceptance. She moaned and she felt herself filled up like never before. Each hole was being thrust into powerfully by impossibly large penises, and the thin line between pleasure and pain blurred. It was indistinct. All she knew was that she was
feeling.

The silver-haired leader began to thumb her clit vigorously again, and she felt a pressure, a warmth building within her. She rocked back and forth on the two penises that penetrated her from behind, impaling her mouth onto the thick shaft before her. She crested, twitching powerfully, her own creamy expression of ultimate pleasure smearing on the shaft of the man who fucked her cunt.

She moaned and groaned, whimpered and whined. She felt the onset of a second orgasm following in tow, and it took her quickly and by surprise, wracking her body as she heaved and panted in pain and pleasure.

The cocks in either of her hands were set off, shooting violently, like guns at a parade. They squirted semen clear over her body, hitting the other’s abdomen with a thick and wet splat. The vampires seemed not to mind, and she slowed down her tugging of their tools until they pulled free of her grasp.

Just three more now, she thought to herself. At least, not including the silver-maned leader. She concentrated on taking the cock in her mouth, licking up the back of the thick piece of gristle. She focused on anything but the pain she was feeling at the other end of her body, the pain that merged in with pleasure, somehow. She realized that the two existed on the same spectrum… just on either sides. Sensation, stimulation, all reduced to electrical signals sent to the brain.

She stopped feeling pleasure and pain in their individual senses of the words. When the two combined, they presented something new, something unique.

The vampire in her mouth stiffened before shooting steaming wads down her throat, shot after shot after shot. She swallowed and gulped, trying to keep up but couldn’t. Each of his thrusts into her mouth sent his seed squelching out of her to dribble down her chin.

She felt the vampire fucking her ass stiffen up and unload his creamy ejaculate within her. He rumbled and groaned and pulled himself out, and she felt a small delay where her pucker was wide agape, before it began to contract again, to close in upon itself.

“Fuck,” she hissed as the vampire before her ripped his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it, smearing her saliva and his silvery semen up one side of her face.

A grunt and a groan signaled to her that the lone vampire left fucking her, the one beneath her, was about to spray his load inside her cunt, into the sensitive and semen-soaked canal that had seen a cock before his. He tightened up beneath her, shutting his eyes, and she saw the glint of his fangs as they bared, as his lips curled above his teeth. Her blood was dripping down onto his face and neck, and for a moment he looked as if he was in utter bliss, before he finally roared into her face, pleasure tugging at every of his tiny facial muscles.

Awkwardly he pushed her off him, and she fell onto her side on the dusty, wooden floor, her skirt falling back downward to cover her cunt. She lay, curled up, used, ravaged, pillaged. The silver-haired leader came around to her, and she looked up at him. Soon another face crept into her view, then another, then another. They were standing in circles around her, each looking down at her with dark, unearthly eyes.

“What now?” she asked.

“We drink.” And at that, the twelve of them lowered themselves to her body, each sniffing along the lines of her veins, each sinking their fangs into her, plunging her into a whirling abyss of pain. She screamed and writhed as they drank from her. It felt as if her body was being drained, emptied. Her vision grew faint and blurry. They seemed to drink her blood forever.

She lost consciousness, and when she came too again, a weak and withered heap on the floor, the silver-haired vampire was standing beside her. The rest had retreated she knew not where.

“You, now?” she said in an exhausted whisper. “And where will you take me?”

“Right here,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her tenderly on her lips. She felt the press of his fangs against her lower lip, pressing the soft flesh against her teeth. He broke the kiss and rose, looking at her tenderly. “We are the Thirteen,” he said. “Only we have the power to transform. You do not possess that privilege, but you are now no longer one of the mortal kin. You have joined our ranks. Our legion. You will live forever.”

“And will I see you again?” she asked.

“Only when it is time for you to die,” he said gravely before disappearing into the darkness.

Maddi lay on the floor in reflection of the night she’d had at this haunted place. She thought of her car, a flat tire just twenty minutes up the road. She thought of her boyfriend, already ineffectual emotionally, and now, in comparison with the night of her ravaging, physically ineffectual, too. She realized that something in her had changed. She no longer cared about him, her car, or her life. When staring into the eyes of immortality, suddenly it all seemed so unimportant.

She grinned, hugging herself quietly on the floor. She could already feel the physical transformation taking place within her. The punctures that speckled her body crimson were closing, healing. Her vision was sharpening. Her lips were curling into a cruel and wicked grin.

Immortality, she thought.

A vampire, she relished.

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Audrey Grace is the pen name of a thirty-something traveler who has followed her father and his job around the world. A rebellious tomboy in her teenage years, Audrey first discovered her love of scribbling smut with an erotic short story written for class when she was fourteen. It was titled
The Erotic Adventures of Hercules
and earned her an appointment with the principal.

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Check out this excerpt of Audrey Grace’s tale of forced gangbang breeding by an ancient tribe of muscle-bound warriors in Mated to the Jungle Tribe:

Mated to the Jungle Tribe

By Audrey Grace

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Emily Smith and her agent have received a hot tip about an ancient tribe of human men living deep in an uncharted forest. She's researching Neanderthal social interaction for her next book, and this is just the opportunity she needs. But when, while on location with a documentary crew, she is quickly singled out and separated by the muscular and warrior-like tribesmen, she realizes it is because she is the only female there...

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I shrieked as the clouds parted, and the moon’s pale illumination filtered through the forest canopy. There, immediately outside my hollowed-out tree trunk and peering in was the face of the leader tribesman. His arm shot inside and he quickly grabbed me by the ankle, his grip both powerful and painful, and he yanked me out from inside the tree, letting out a rumbling roar as he did so.

Another hand closed around my other ankle, and I soon found myself being dragged along the forest floor. “No!” I shouted, determined not to go without a fight. I kicked and flailed and writhed and screamed, but it was no use. The wild jungle man simply picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and pounding my fists on his naked, muscular, rock-hard back did little to help me.

My mind wandered back to those thoughts of how muscular these men were, and why there were no women, and why they had taken a special interest in me.

“No!” I screamed, determined not to let that thought in. I couldn’t be giving up already! I couldn’t resign myself to such a ghastly fate!

But I couldn’t keep the thoughts out, and they invaded my consciousness. Would it be so bad? Perhaps they wouldn’t hurt me? Perhaps they’d be gentle?

“No!” I shrieked again, but my voice tapered off, my conviction non-existent. I began to realize that my mind and body were at odds.

The leader tribesman carried me through the forest, and all I could do was try to refocus the slowly ebbing fight inside me. I wasn’t kicking or screaming anymore. It was useless. I’d never get free of his iron grip.

Hoisted over his shoulder, I saw three other of the tribesmen fall in line behind their leader. I watched them as they grunted and signed to each other, their gestures powerful and forceful, but I could not even begin to understand what they were communicating.

We entered a sort of clearing. I knew this because all the moonlight made it through the canopy, and glancing upward, twisting painfully on the tribesman’s shoulder, I saw that there was no canopy. This area was free from trees, and I began to notice stumps in the soft blue illumination of the moonlight.

Had the men cleared this area? How had they cut through the trees? Were they smarter than they appeared? The last question seemed obvious enough to me. Of course they were: They’d set us up!

The clearing was large, and as I was carried through it, the tribesman’s steps surprisingly light and agile, I saw in the moon’s light something that shocked me and stirred me at the same time.

Each of the four men walking behind us was extremely well endowed. Shockingly so. Even the smallest of them, an adolescent looking creature, was sporting a package that would frighten even the most enthusiastic size queen.

“Jesus,” I whispered, my mind racing ahead, wondering just what they were going to do with those massive things.

“Gee suss.”

I froze, looking at each of the men behind us. The leader stopped, and he set me down and pointed to the stump of a tree. I sat on it, nodding my head slowly, and looked up at him. His eyes shone in the moonlight, and his hulking, impossibly defined figure seemed to tower over me more, as if he’d somehow grown bigger.

“Gee suss,” he repeated, grunting each syllable roughly.

“Fuck,” I gasped, putting my hand to my mouth.

“Fuh kuh.”

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Check out this sneak peak of Audrey Grace’s erotic tale of a forced menage, and a young newlywed's virginity lost in Virgin Submission: Claimed by the Mountain Clan:

Virgin Submission: Claimed by the Mountain Clan

By Audrey Grace

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Virgin Abigail Granger is on her honeymoon in Greece. Only it's not going so well. After a fight with her frustrated husband, she hikes up Mt. Pelion without him, determined to spite him. But at sunset, rustling leaves tell Allison she's not alone. She's in shock when a gorgeous man emerges, wearing nothing at all. He tells her his whole clan are on the way, and that they plan to take her... whether she likes it or not.